Northrend Continent, Dragonbone Wilderness region.

The Grand Lich Kel'thugad floated silently in the halls of the topmost floor of the flagship fortress, awaiting the arrival of the Dark Queen Sylvanas, and Mr. Bigworth still wandered around the halls without a hint of tension.

It's not that he doesn't want to run, it's that he can't.

A dark purple mysterious energy directly blocked the entire flagship fortress, and Kel'thugad was not a lonely lich, he immediately recognized it, it was the twilight energy of the Elder God, which made him very uneasy.

Why, that doesn't make sense, who is it?

Aren't they afraid of the Titan Sarodar tracking?

Now everyone knows that the Titan Sarodar is always monitoring the fluctuations of Twilight energy throughout the world of Azeroth, and if something happens, this old Titan rascal will jump up, grab the greatsword and go straight to you.

He only cared about his Azeroth, like an old hen guarding her calf, who dared to disadvantage the Titans in the core of the planet, Salodar was the first to jump out and kill whom.

So the gods of the ancients dared to commit crimes against the wind, which is too...

An ethereal, frantic whisper interrupted the Great Lich's thoughts, reverberating violently in his spirit.

"Kel'thugad ... MEET YOUR DARK DESTINY ... ”

The Great Lich sensed an unknown force tearing him apart, and he wanted to resist, but everything he did was in vain, and the gap between the two was too great.

No matter how powerful you are, no matter how powerful you are, how can you compete with an existence like the Elder Gods?

Kel'thugad's spirit was jerked out and pulled into an eerie space.

Countless eyes stared at the Great Lich in the darkness, their eyes cold and absolutely san, and the entire pitch-black space was filled with extremely piercing and frenzied whispers.

"Meet your dark destiny ... The Little Lich ... Feel the power of the Void ... Your master, the Lich King, will fall at our feet and pray for a quick death... ”

The pitch-black space exploded, and the Great Lich fell downward.

Then, suddenly, his eyes brightened, and Kel'thugad could see again.

It was a gloomy forest, with a dense fog that reduced visibility to a distance of less than five meters, and the silence around it was so uncomparable, so to speak, that it was dead silence.

Kel'thugad was horrified to find himself back to the flesh and blood of the same human he had been, so warm, so soft and fragile, and covered in cold sweat.

The most important thing is that he doesn't have the slightest mana in his body, but his incomparably sharp perception ability is still there, and for some reason, the ancient gods have not forbidden this as well.

But what frightened Kel'thugad the most was that he felt the spirit of the Lich King shatter violently, as simple as it was, so direct, like parchment torn by a strong man, and it was shattered into pieces, without a trace.

The "invincible" Lich King isn't actually that invincible, is he.

"Kel'thugad ... ”

A voice that seemed to have an ancient origin resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the Great Lich now knew that it was the call of Cthulhu.

"Go ahead, little mortal, I will appreciate all your actions, you will be a nice toy... ”

One year in the spiritual world, one second in the real world.

Kel'thugad felt like he was going to collapse.

He had seen countless eerie scenes in this terrible misty forest, those twisted creatures that he desperately avoided or broken souls, making the Great Lich feel that the undead Scourge was compared to Cthulhu, and it was simply a little angel of love and harmony.

This is Cthulhu's game, and he explicitly tells Kelthugad where to exit from the illusion, and he doesn't hide anything.

But the Great Lich slowly discovers that he will never reach this exit, and that what awaits him is always the countless twisted scenes and horrors that make people break down and fall into madness.

The prototypes of these scenes are all based on Kel'thugad's old memories, but they are all extremely distorted and terrifying by the ancient god Cthulhu.

He saw his mother, her whole body twisted into a twisted shape, her mouth was forcibly torn open in a very unnatural way, and the torn chin was only attached to the skin, and the rags dangled around her chest, making people chill.

The twisted mother screamed at herself, and slammed into all sorts of unexpected corners, before rushing into Kel'thugad, screaming face to face, and a large expanse of more twisted presence.

Kel'thugad finally collapsed, and he couldn't take it anymore.

He crouched in a filthy corner of a sewer and began to scream heartbreakingly, as if trying to release the endless fear and oppression in his heart.

He couldn't sleep, he couldn't rest, he was forced to run non-stop, to the exit of the illusion, to run in vain, and then step into the next twisted and shattered crazy memory.

"You will sink again, into deeper spiritual dreams, and never wake up ... Run, Kel'thugad, you don't want to live here forever, do you... Time is running out ... ”

Cthulhu's whispers tormented him, and each time it was accompanied by a new and terrifying memory.

"Let me out ... Let me out... I don't want to find an exit ... I don't want to be free anymore ... I promise you anything ... Please... Benevolent... ”

Kel'thugad clung to the foul-smelling stone wall in the corner of the sewer, trembling violently as he watched his extremely twisted mother slowly float in front of him, her mouth torn like a black hole, almost touching his face.

"No, no, no, no... Let me go... I promise anything ... ”

...

...

"You will be loyal to the new Lich King, to Sylvanas* Windrunner, who is your new master. ”

The scene in front of me suddenly froze, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Then Cthulhu's ethereal whisper rang out again, but it was heaven for Kelthugad.

"I promise! I will, let me out, I will be loyal to Sylvanas forever!"

"Remember your promises, or in the next second of your betrayal you will be back here again, eternal and eternal ... ”

Hearing this, the Great Lich knelt down directly and nodded desperately.

If someone had said before that there was something more capable of playing with spirits and souls than the Lich King, Kel'thugad laughed with absolute disdain, and by the way, he made that person a brainless zombie and let him experience the reign of the Lich King.

But now, the Great Lich finds himself too lonely.

In the world of Azeroth, there is too much stubble.

The Lich King is nothing more than an orc old shaman whose mental power has been infinitely strengthened.

Without the Lich King's spiritual whispers and absolute domination, the Great Lich suddenly thought of this.

And Cthulhu ... He is the god of the ancients.

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